“Show me what I’m going to get,” she said.
The woman in front of her – young, lithe, innocent – peeled her panties down her thighs. The lingerie was irrelevant; she might as well have been wearing nothing. It brought more attention to her nakedness, than anything.
He was going to like this one.
“Turn around.”
The young woman turned, slowly. Obediently.
Watching her, she pursed her lips, sucking them between her teeth. That little bit of pain felt good, as she imagined her owner’s cock sliding into this girl’s tight cunt. She took a step toward her and delicately traced her fingers along her naked hip.
Her skin was so soft. Smooth. Tight.
Thoughts of tying her up and laying the lash against all that perfect skin flooded her mind. It was only when the girl gave a small cry that she realized that she was digging her nails into her flesh.
She let go.
Pink crescents formed and faded on the girl’s curved hip.
There was a pressure in her chest, thinking about him fucking her. There always was. Thinking about him taking his pleasure in someone younger, tighter, prettier. Her breath came shallow, and she licked her lips. Watching his face as he sunk into these girls, the absolute rapture – it hurt.
And it felt good.
Her own untouched pussy clenched.
How long had it been, since he fucked her?
She didn’t know.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” the girl asked.
“Yes,” she said. Though even that one word was ragged.
It was a mind fuck, bringing these girls for him. It hurt. And it felt good.
She got the collar and leash from the side table. “Yes, you’ll do. Now come here. Hold your hair up.”
The girl came to stand in front of her. Glided, more like. Every movement was graceful and perfect. She swept her long blonde hair up in one motion, baring her neck for its mark of ownership for the night.
The pressure in her chest deepened, and her pussy clenched. She missed being fucked. She missed being the one collared and enjoyed. A flush of anguish swept through her body, even as her cunt dripped.
He knew what this did to her.
The collar clipped on, and again thoughts of violence against this soft little creature assaulted her. She imagined his face, his wet cock, his hands on the girl’s body. She ground her teeth and moaned softly.
He knew.
She loved watching him with other girls.
The younger woman’s hair fell back in a cascade of light.
“Come along,” she said. “He’s waiting.” She pulled the leash taut, and the girl could do nothing but follow.
The sound of her heels echoed in the hallway, with tonight’s morsel trailing behind her, nude.
He was going to like this one.
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